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Thursday, July 12, 2007

You Are What You Aren’t

You are brittle
like those sand rocks
that Ben crushes in a sweaty brown hand
You scatter at my touch
You are all movement
like the gnats
you are gnot named for
You are still
like the ground
which is not at all
still
(tectonics and all)
You are strong
like bone
that holds up a body
and splinters like matchsticks
Sometimes.

posted at 4:09 pm 3 comments

3 comments

Wow. Thank you.

— added by Bink on Thursday, July 12, 2007 at 7:42 pm

Wow is right. Great poem.

— added by Pete Lyons on Thursday, July 12, 2007 at 9:26 pm

Thank you!

— added by Susan Senator on Thursday, July 12, 2007 at 11:08 pm